It's tough to get a good shot when it's evening, and you're trying to be surreptitious.
But here's proof that my shy latebloomer is turning a corner.
He arrived back from his 8th grade trip tonight to St. Augustine, FL, and the parking lot was filled with tired chaperones, smiling parents, and laughing teens. School's over for this year, and ahead lay high school.
As for me, I now have no young children anymore. Everyone's in high school, college, or the school of hard knocks. It feels different, as a mom.
Tonight at dinner before Clark arrived home, the older three got talking about their childhoods...memories together: how Chel convinced the two younger boys to dress up like Britney Spears and sing Oops! I Did It Again! for the video camera; how Grayson would play Barbies with Chelsea only because she had the dress-ups in her room (he lived for three years of his childhood wearing a homemade Peter Pan costume, complete with green tights...I should have known he'd have a hard time growing up!); how Grayson convinced the younger boys to wear ski jackets and stand like scarecrows in the yard so he could shoot at them with the BB gun/paintball gun/toy arrows. After all their shenanigans, despite years of disputes, they emerge as almost-adults --gasp!-- loving each other. Now they give each other rides, they cover for each other at work, they commiserate with each other over their parents' idiosyncracies. While it would be hard to find four more different children, and while they'd probably not choose each other for friends...they sure do make good family for each other.